Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 90

Sheila stepped into the room.

She walked over to the bedside, her expression etched with worry as she glanced at Henry. "Jessica, is Henry alright?"

Jessica knew Sheila could read sign language, so she skipped typing on her phone and signed directly.

"It's appendicitis, but he's okay now. The surgery's done."

"How did he get appendicitis all of a sudden?"

Jessica shook her head.

Sheila's face softened with sympathy. "Poor thing, must have been so painful for him."

Sheila pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jessica.

Jessica frowned, her mind drifting.

Timothy had suddenly started doting on her, buying her cake, acting unusually close, and upending one of her long-held suspicions.

she loved him so much, she was utterly defenseless

heart

the same age, they never acted like aunt and nephew. That strange lack of boundaries made it awfully hard for Jessica to feel comfortable

had dropped hints about Sheila and Timothy's

with Sheila showing up uninvited, Jessica's emotions

of everything Jessica had

a moment, Jessica almost gave in to the urge to ask Sheila outright—just to get the truth

appeared before her, in both words and actions, she'd seemed to be

Sheila ever admit it? And if word got back to Timothy, it would

herself on being above such

because she was so conflicted inside, desperate to know

it down and sat quietly,

broke the

Henry's out of danger now. You've been up all night-why don't you go home and get some rest? I'll stay

tired. You, on the other hand, just got off a long flight and haven't adjusted to the time

classmate's mother. He asked me to pretend to be you-he didn't want his classmates to find out about your situation. It's almost morning, and once the day staff comes in, there'll

but her meaning was

Jessica got the message.